Black Wizard Zhu Peng

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At the level of his cultivation, he can already start a sect and dominate one side.

"Earth people, which one will come down and die?"

Although it is possible to understand this person's words through the witch nets all over this plane, the weird tone and unpleasant voice still make people on the Chinese Samurai Association feel uncomfortable.

Even people with insufficient cultivation level will have chicken skin all over their bodies, and will feel like a frog is stared at by a white snake, and the whole body is too scared to move!

"Huh!?...This person seems a bit interesting." Li Daoman's master and apprentice came back safely, and Zhu Peng let go of his heart, and continued to drink and taste the pills.

Alchemists around his seat, because they are likely to go to war at any time, most of them neither eat nor taste alcohol, and they really don't need to rely on food or drink to supplement their energy.

With the vitality and vigorous vitality of these alchemy immortals, even if they don't eat, drink, sleep, or rest for seven or eight days, they can still maintain their own vigorous spirit and a strong fighting state.

If you eat at this juncture, you will waste excess blood energy to digest food in the stomach. Furthermore, in the fiercest fight, you can't completely burst out your strongest power!

Don't underestimate this point. The difference is so small that it is a thousand miles away. The energy gap of that point may be the distance between life and death. Therefore, many top masters have to bathe and fast before a duel.

However, Zhu Peng has no taboos, eating and drinking rather casually. After two years of cultivation in the Black Fort world, his other aspects are nothing but physical and blood, through the transformation of witchcraft, and the improvement of strides. At this moment Zhu Peng of Zhu Peng has infinitely approached a humanoid dragon.

It was not because of the similar effect produced by the subtle control of the alchemist, but the real data produced by the continuous nourishment of witchcraft. Now eating this thing is just a little cushion for the stomach.

If it hadn't been for this level of physical training, Zhu Peng would not choose a set of super heavy legendary armor for himself, hoping to extract the corresponding agility and strength from this physique approaching its peak.

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The first legendary Wu Zong sent by Vientiane Mountain, even if he thinks with his knees, he knows that it must be a hard idea among hard ideas.

The tall and thin old man in black robes standing in the field, by the way, has the effect of enhancing the morale of the younger generations of young disciples behind him. If Li Qinglian can't let Li Qinglian five kills, the mentality of these juniors will completely collapse.

The six major alchemists in the front row of the Chinese Samurai Association looked at each other. As Li Jingxuan's wife, Han Fangxue would not end well, because winning or losing would not look good.

Therefore, only one of the six was present: Liu Jinghong, Sword Sage of Gale Wind, Fuhui Bright Future, Vajra Iron Slave of Fire, Li Daoman, Mind Reader, Xu Baishan, Sword of Shouzheng, and Emperor Chahuang Keman, the reincarnation dragon king, stood up to fight.

Because of seniority, it is difficult for Zhu Peng to go beyond his predecessors to fight. Whether it is time to practice martial arts, even time to hold alchemy, or even time to join the Chinese Samurai Association, the first six are his predecessors, if Zhu Peng If you stand up to the challenge at this time, it will be a bit of a face.

Although Xu Baishan and the reincarnated Dragon King Cha Huang were quite full, they were not alchemists.

"This person is a demon and evil spirit, just use his life to perfect my Dharma..." The Fashan monk pulled on his robe, revealing the sturdy muscles of his body, which caused many female disciples behind to scream and take pictures. However, the sturdy monk was stretched out by the middle-aged scholar who stood beside him and held his shoulders.

"Master Fashan is the one with the strongest combat ability among the people we can shoot. It just so happens that my Confucian art and swordsmanship are also quite restraining evil spirits, so this first battle will be taken over by my generation master. Suppress it for me." As he said that, the next moment the Sword Saint Liu Jinghong of the Storm had already walked off the battlefield with his sword in his hand. Monk Fashan frowned slightly, but had to sit down.

Liu Jinghong is Han Fangxue’s cousin. He also came from Hongmen. He was taught by ancient Confucian poetry and philosophy since childhood. He is pure and mellow in Dan Dao Qigong, so he looks like a mature man in his forties, especially his demeanor. Refined and very charming.

When he walked out of the arena and saw his opponent with his bare hands, Liu Jinghong frowned slightly when he saw this, and said, "Sir, don't you go get a weapon?"

The tall and thin old man wrapped in black robe didn't say a word, but stared straight at his opponent. There was a strange smell in his breath, which made sensitive people feel very uncomfortable. .

"Well, it's more than fist."

Liu Jinghong was open-minded and easy-going. Seeing that the other party disagreed, he threw his sword at his son Liu Heming, then brushed his sleeves, placed his right hand on his lower abdomen, and hid his left hand behind him. He closed his eyes slightly, adjusted his state as his breathing rose and fell.

Because of the importance of this battle, both sides were very cautious. The two slowly confronted each other with a certain distance as the center point, testing each other's energy, looking for the weakness of the opponent.

The body of the tall and thin old man was gradually enveloped in a dark **** light, and the meaning of blood was everywhere, and those with **** eyes could almost vaguely hear the last wailing of countless tragic deaths, and countless **** horrors seemed to flash in his mind. In the scene, the mouth and nose are filled with a lot of blood that makes people feel sweet and disgusting.

In contrast, Liu Jinghong's momentum is far less terrifying than his opponent.

However, the wind is invisible. Although Liu Jinghong was still there, he disappeared out of thin air in the sense of the energy of countless martial artists.

The air of the violent wind drives the surrounding air to flow more and more, forming more and more huge winds... The nirvana heart is the sword, the nirvana is my heart, the wind is the sword!

On the alchemy seat of the Chinese Samurai Association, the very low-ranked Thai Buddhist Boxer Sheshan looked at Liu Jinghong in the field and blended with the surroundings. He was almost infinitely elevating, and his heart was almost greedy and longing. Broke his will.

Back then, he had the opportunity to get the manuscript of Liu Jinghong's "On the Evangelization of the Dead Heart", of course, this dream was finally shattered by someone's iron fist.

Feeling the almost unlimited uplifting momentum of the opponent, the tall and thin old man with the **** aura all over his body could no longer hold back, and he leaped off to rush Liu Jinghong's visible body.

The martial arts of Chinese martial arts pays attention to the knees, and is afraid that the feet will be off the ground and lose the center of gravity. They will be pushed down and beaten to death. However, the martial arts in the exotic Vientiane Mountain is strange and strange. , There is a taste of being able to kill the enemy at any time.

However, the tall and thin old man who looked like a big bat still threw himself into the air. When he fell to the ground and his footing was not stable, Liu Jinghong's figure appeared diagonally above him, and he pointed it down with a sword... The hurricane howled and howled!

(...I'll go, this set of amazing cows!!)

Sitting on the side of the stand, Zhu Peng couldn't help but praise Liu Jinghong for his amazing skills.

I saw the green-robed scholar in the arena teleporting in the void, driving the violent wind frequently appeared in the blind spot of the opponent’s sight, and then cut down with a sword, his own violent wind and vindictiveness also entrained the air in the entire arena. Eventually led to a chain reaction like vindictiveness.

With one sword cut, he was able to hit twelve points, fifteen points, seventeen points, nineteen points, and twenty-five points. Liu Jinghong had completely gained the upper hand in the whole scene, although he certainly did not It is possible to press his own sword to an infinite height, but when he reaches the limit, his opponent may be bombarded with only a breath.

It is rumored that Liu Jinghong’s special effect of fighting spirit is "controlling the wind." Zhu Peng has also pondered the possible tactics of the Sword Master of Gale before, but he did not expect to be so crazy and tyrannical...Sure enough, every Confucian scholar has a deep heart. Hidden everywhere is a wild beast roaring.

This tm humanity is repressed too hard, it really is going to happen sooner or later!

As if the raging sea is driving the wind and the waves, Liu Jinghong, the sword sage of the gale wind, controls the raging wind all over his body, with a bit of grudge and doubled the damage and destruction, in the seventh form of the seventh consecutive ~www.readwn.com~ The roaring hurricane has turned into an opponent who slashed like a giant axe and fell into the absolute downwind.

However, in the face of this terrifying attack that was almost irresistible... the tall and thin old man was imaginary, and there were endless blood-flaming monster bats spreading and flying.

At the same time, there was a cold and terrifying sound, and the whisper that made people stand up all over the body: The bats have no boundaries, kill with blood!

Countless giant bats wrapped in blood-colored flames shuttled through the cutting and strangulation of the infinite hurricane at an astonishing high speed, and they chased and killed Liu Jinghong in an instant.

Liu Jinghong's "Seven Killing Swords of Nying Mind" killer move greatly increases the damage and destructive power within seven moves. At the same time, the figure of the person who uses the move will fly high. When the seven moves are completed, The caster is already above the sky where the legendary warrior can be smashed.

At that time, Liu Jinghong would decide whether to glide and charge or drive the wind to flee from the wind. It can be described as a clever tactic of attacking and defending.

However, the triumphant **** that was already quite perfect in this Gale Sword Saint's heart was destroyed when it was first displayed. The exotic Wuzong on the opposite side evaded the seventh most powerful attack in the form of a blood flame demon bat, and at the same time swiftly culled.

Large groups of blood-flaming monster bats solidified above Liu Jinghong into the already pierced old man. At this time, he was holding a blood-colored machete in his hand, and he slashed down with the knife in both hands!

In the chaos, the two entangled and fell to the ground at the same time. When the overflowing dust fell, the only one who could stand up in the arena, holding a blood knife, with blood on the corners of his mouth, lived like a hell. A tall and thin old man like a ghost.

"In the words of your Hua Xia, this is called the soldiers are not tired of deceit... I never said that I don't need a knife!?" Licking the residual blood on the scimitar, this alien Wuzong who cultivates blood vindictiveness said so. Tao.

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